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Saturday, February 24, 2018

Cal Mare at The Beverly Center

The Friday after Valentine's Day, Daddy Diabolina (the artist formerly known as Mr. Diabolina) had a date with Miss VV to see Aladdin at The Pantages.

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Adorbs but downright terrifying because the show started at 8, miss thang's bedtime. We hemmed and hawed like only the parents of an only child do. We plotted all contingencies like a military exercise and packed the biggest bag of snacks ever.  Pro tip: A snacking toddler is a busy toddler whose mouth is too full to whine.

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In the end, I knew she'd be fine because St. Jude's mini me would be there. VV lives for her big girl bff.

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The whole night was the idea of her dad, the Brown Devil. It was actually a triple daddy/daughter date. Best (straight) uncle ever.





Since Daddy and daughter rarely leave me be for more than a damn second, I was ready to PARTAAAAAAAY!  Which meant booking dinner with my OG partner in crime, Abuelita Diabolina (the artist formerly known as Mama Diabolina).


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Been wanting to try Michael Mina's Cal Mare since VV and I happened on it after egg slutting. Could only get a 6:15 reservation. Not a problem when your hot date is an actual bonafide senior citizen (albeit one in Dior and Phillip Lim.)

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Loved the decor instantly. The sexy bar, velvety blue booths, architectural aquamarine chairs, under the sea tile framing the open kitchen. Very chic mediterranean grotto...in a mall.



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Despite my advanced age, I still don't know very much about wine especially ones of the Italian variety. So had the waiter recommend a red by the glass. My mom demurred and said she didn't want one...until she tasted it. Excellent. I believe it was one of the first three reds on the by the glass list. Sorry, I am rusty at blogging and boozing so was too busy guzzling to note.


I do know exactly what we ate.  Started with the yellow fish tuna with blood orange, radish and chiles. Delicate, balanced perfection.

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And my favorites: The pumpkin agnolotti with dungeness crab, truffle and sea urchin. Just the right amount of texture and richness. Seafood heaven. Plus the fried brussel sprouts with black garlic. VV is currently addicted to brussel sprouts so it was great to learn a new twist on them.

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Um, but we were still hungry so we got the spicy shrimp and chickpea pancake with calabrian chile, saffron aїoli and escarole. Delicious and interesting and unexpected - everything I miss about fine dining now that I cater to a tiny dictator when we go out to eat.


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Incredible piglet dinner for two. The only two who had a better one was VV (see the intensity of her face in mid-bite!) and The Brown Devil (see his paw reaching for dem fries!!!) at Mel's pre-Pantages.


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p.s. My mom loved Cal Mare so much that the next day, she begged to do happy hour there during the baby's nap. This time we sat on the patio (beautifully enclosed but still RIGHT on La Cienega), tried a different red and got the squash chips with ricotta, apple conserva and sage. So.much.flavor. A dream of a light bite.  (Look at that gorgeous guilty grubbing face!!!!)

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Plus the wild mushroon ragu with pine nuts, farm egg and speck. Flavorful and again so light. 

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We had the same waiter as the night before. When we were getting up to leave he deadpanned: "See you two tomorrow." I almost said, "Bitch you might!"

Full dinner menu to drool over here.

Verdict: A+

Add it to your list of new hot spots to try but save yourself the drama and wait until the parking saga is over at the mall. Or if you never want to retire, spring for valet. But if you have a child's college education to save for maybe park at the Beverly Connection.


Wednesday, August 14, 2013

I'm back

It started with a Tweet.

Followed by a Pinterest comment on my pin about the existential crisis that is blogging ;)


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Two little interactions. Two tiny moments of connectedness. Two lovely instances of my soul dancing with strangers in cyberspace.

Made me remember what blogging felt like: befriending women around the world through my writing. Sharing. Creating. Feeling known. Inspiring. Making people smile, feel, think, cry and of course, shop ;)

I remembered that for four years of my life this blog was a whole thing. It was my thing. Blogging was therapy, exhibitionism, creativity and escape - all rolled in to one.

It's been hard to admit why I stopped blogging last year. The truth is that I lost my self there for a while. In my grandmother's death, in work. I questioned what I was doing with my life and even more devastating, I doubted my voice.

I retreated from fun and fashion and writing. Which left me sad and frumpy and voiceless. Not a good look on anyone – especially a fashion blogger.

It's taken me most of 2013 but I'm starting to feel like myself again. Change is in the air. I even give a fuck about shoes again. Mental note: Blanche is always right.

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So how do I catch up on nearly a year of blogging? Not entirely sure. Feels like the format should evolve. Blathering on about my daily outfits seems soooooo 2008 ;)

As a lady of (gulp!) 36, I think it's more about sharing the big life "ahas" with some food and fashion porn mixed in. Kinda like this:

Life

My mom took me to Europe the summer after I got my Master's degree. Then I blinked and TWELVE years passed! So this summer, I finally returned the favor.

Not so fun back story: During my entire career, I've never taken more than 5 days off in a row. So no "big" overseas trips. Biggest regret of my 20s.


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My grandmother dying was a huge wake up call. Made me finally understand that tomorrow is not guaranteed. That, in an instant, the things you put off can become regrets.  And that my (hilarious) mother may not always be this healthy...

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So why not watch the fucking Eiffel Tower twinkle together more often than once a decade. It's like it took all the pain of my grandma's death to remind me that I was alive.


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And guess who got in on Europa con nosotras? Yep, the man, the myth himself: Mr. Diabolina. It was our first time there together.

He never took real vacations from the firm either. Ugh to both of us type As.

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For most of this year, he's been negotiating his own career transition, wrestling his own darkness and emerging a healthier, happier man for it. I've never been prouder of him.

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And, um, babies are suddenly everywhere around us right now.


Especially in our heads.

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It's shocking but, for the first time in my adult life, I can actually picture myself as someone's mother. I think that's yet another by-product of losing one of the women that raised you. You want a piece of you back. You think about your legacy. You long for connections that promise forever.  
No decisions have been made either way but it feels good to approach it head-on as a conscious choice. Stay tuned. (It's my mom's favorite channel, btw.)

Food

Celebrated my birthday dinner at the new vegetarian hot spot Crossroads with our favorite hot vegetarian architect.

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Go to there even if you're a carnivore. Super creative uses of vegetables that recreate the textures of meat and seafood and cheese. The "crab cakes" are a must.

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We also went to the Polo Lounge at the Beverly Hills Hotel for brunch that weekend. Hadn't been in nearly two decades. Too many memories of my dad, who had a clothing store there back in the day.


Highly recommend for the old Hollywood glam...with a major side of French toast.

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Fashion

So I get an F for hardly shopping in Europe.


Trying to make up for it with a belated birthday spree. Gave my tootsies a treat in mixed prints. Courtesy of Loeffler Randall. Obsessed in love with this brand. Comfortable, chic and reasonable...well, on sale they are.

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Another yummy that I'm newly stalking: Bionda Castana. You're welcome.


Pondering a new bag too. Was leaning toward a classic Balenciaga in a poppy, girly color because I have all the boring basics covered.

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Then these two edgier Phillip Lims (for significantly less) got stuck in my lusty head. 

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Confession: Increasingly obsessed with leopard and fur. Also fake eyelashes and bronzer. The transition to full drag queen is almost complete.


But I'm going to hold off on buying a bag until Phillip Lim for Target hits stores. Seems like it's going to be the best Tarjay collab since Missoni, riiiiiight????



So what's new wit-chooo?

xoxo


Monday, July 23, 2012

How to Wear Pink Jeans

The Scene

Laurel Hardware was a neighborhood institution in WeHo for more than 60 years. I remember shopping there in the 80s with my parents when I was little – before Home Depot was even a glimmer in anyone's eye. Like many longtime patrons, I was sad when the old-fashioned hardware store on Santa Monica Blvd shuttered in 2008.

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Four years later, the musty old hardware store has been gutted and re-imagined as a GORGEOUS restaurant and bar. 

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Gaga for the beautiful patio. Perfect for summer drinks

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Love the relaxed but chic decor. Especially love that the new owners kept the original store-front and name. Yay for respecting a neighborhood's history.  

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Mr. Diabolina nabbed a reservation for opening weekend. A foodgasm followed. 

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The cocktails are a must at Laurel Hardware. Meet the Exuberance, tequila and St. Germain with grapefruit and salt/grapefruit foam. Heavenly. 

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Behold the decadent chicharrones.

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Snap peas with black barley and parmesan in a kumquat vinegrette: light and tasty starter for summer. 

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Softshell crab with corn pudding, stewed tomatoes and basil oil: sinful. 

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 Eggplant pizza with summer squash, burrata and thyme: solid but nothing special. I say stick to the larger plates for your main course. 

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Dessert was grilled peaches with ricotta, honey comb and olive oil: my favorite of the night!

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Also got the strawberry and rhubarb crumble with ice cream because how could we resist!

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The fact that all this deliciousness is now within walking distance = a problem for my ass.

The Outfit

Forever 21 top and spike bracelet
Random necklace
LA Fashion District pink jeans and green bracelet
Stuart Weitzman sandals
Louis Vuitton bag
Chanel earrings
Dior sunglasses

The Grade
B

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The Commentary 
My name is Diabolina and I've slowly but surely become addicted to colored jeans. It started with red, then cobalt, followed by burgundy. My newest neon pink pair was purchased at Santee Alley. My co-worker nicknamed them Pinkie LaRue...because he finds himself hilarious.

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I justified adding a totally impractical, totally fun new pair to my jean collection for one reason:  the pricetag. This bold pair cost $24. In fact, each pair of colored jeans I've bought have cost less than $35. That means that my four pairs of colored jeans still cost less than one pair of J Brand. I win.

My take: Never spend triple digits on a fad – much less a DENIM fad. We live in a commercial moment where every high fashion trend trickles down to retailers that price them for the masses. 


Consequently, I only invest in special pieces that I love and know I'll wear for years. Everything else, I say, nab on the cheap and chuck when you're over it. 

The Inspiration

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